A story hidden in the petals
of life, when petals withered
A story blooms with fragrance,
Live your life is such way that
Become the story of the day,
Your life or life mine, ending in.
A story live,

writing a poem on the bus
and the elderly woman sitting next to me
says oh, is it about us

Salmabanu Hatim  
Tanzanian wombed man,

said in a poetic mind, reading
the name and kind of mind we mean

realizing,
we are alive,
during times of living words,
present in one instant, to any eye…

Tall Story

works some magic, telling old
what we were told, old times

back when story seed got stored.

Stories some say old as words.

Uncovered consciousness,
truth from time stories stones tell,

great madnesses, raging troops of boys,
whose fathers wandered off

vacat

we wait, we wet the thirsty clay
we wait, we let it dry and become scripture.

Wear your heart on your sleeve…
And let it get *****!

Love fully, but be prepared for heartbreak.
Know that these are the best 
Days of your life; 
they won't last forever,
But the memories leave traces rife.

They will reveal parts
You never knew existed,
Never knew you resisted,
And never knew you needed.

A true friendship is like a mirror
Where you see yourself reflected,
In the gaze of the beloved.

They say it's nothing
Just a cold
Bt why do I feel
Like the world
Is sitting on my chest.

I try to rest
Bt the night presses too close
And my back aches
Like it's holding a sorrow
It doesn't understand.

It's just cold
Bt it hurts
In ways I can't explain.

When iam alone
I let myself believe
Just for a moment
That he misses me too
That maybe he thinks of me
When the sky turns soft
And the world slows down.

Bt it's not real
It's just me
Doing all the loving
In my thoughts.